The Forked Tongue

Why,
Why, O foolish Man do you cry upon Amen?
Know you not that is an age long past?
When the Christ came to teach
He was the shepherd for the lost sheep in his own time
And made others Fishers of Men.

In
wealth you stand, in starry raiment
A fish's head, a hat upon your proud and sleeping heads
In your unknowing hands the shepherds crook
Of a long dead Pharaoh's age
Calling on Amen.

Around
your neck you wear with pride
In dripping gold and precious deadly jewel
The inanimate cross
That moves no more and guides you not
Among the stars that once your fathers knew.

In
shambled greed and corrupted faith
You blindly lead your dying race
Through wars and death, hate and gain
To lose their souls
On the daggered rocks of your illusions.

Through
your numbness and your lack of strength
You failed to make the Lions roar.
Because of you a child in armour stands.
Amid a fearsome place,
His brother's death in shrieking hands.

All
around the chattered Serpents lie
And call the lie a spin
No Soul within their ruthless eye
That they may feed upon the spoils of war
With forked and sweetly dripping tongue
They send the child to die.

Know
you not the difference betwixt Man and Beast
Oh arrogant Man?
It is Compassion, it is Truth and it is lack of fear.
Nature shakes the world
Awaken now from your divisions
For your Time is drawing near.

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